The thing about medical school is that I'm learning just enough to become a menace to myself and society. We're into the kidney now, and learning about nephrotoxins. Well...I mean!
That cave I've mentioned? I really do think I ought to get one and withdraw completely from the world. However, then I might develop some sort of lung disease from the mold and the dust and the dank. See? We did the lung several weeks ago. I do retain some things.
I definitely have to give up the Diet Coke/Pepsi, though. Though all the doctors in the room are drinking it right along with me and race me to the vending machine at every break, the thing I have actually learned from medical school is something I already knew: Doctors are stupid.
I kid! I kid! But anyway, if the actual multiple poisons in that can don't get me, the fear and worrying about it will. So I'm quitting (again). But not today.
Anyhoo. We promised you a lace package drawing today. But Paula's gone a-drivin' to pick up her son and won't be back 'til late. The deadline for getting the donations and emails in ended after she had to leave and before she was expected back. And I have 8 a.m. lectures tomorrow, so I'm going to bed early. She's got the spreadsheet. See the dilemma?
So do you mind waiting 'til tomorrow for the announcement? [UPDATE: The winner is Terry. I've emailed you, Terry. Congratulations!]
Meantime, take a gander at my sleeve. I had some real good knitting time yesterday afternoon, and I took good advantage of it.
This is kind of a dumb and crappy picture, but what you should glean from it is that I have begun the sleeve cap already.
I am feeling the love.